I lived in the East Bay during that very scary time. I had a job that took me to the city every weekday and I tried to grow eyes in the back of my head.
During the Patty Hearst/SLA business I later realized I'd driven by the apartment house where she was being held very often with no clue she was inside.
What was really scary was when my truck was mobbed in East Palo Alto where I was making a delivery. I hadn't realized it was the location for one of the Hearst food giveaways and the mob thought I was carrying the free goodies. I locked the doors, put the truck into the lowest gear and idled forward. I decided any fool that stood in its way wanted to commit suicide. It took awhile but I finally got free of the crazies. Those were frightening days and those two events were just a small part of the violence that was going on in the name of "civil rights" and anarchy.
My wife was born there and I always thought it was one of the best and prettiest cities in the country and maybe the world and we used to love to go back there.
Then it took it's long, dark Left turn in the 60s with the Hippie Movement, radicalism, and drugs. It has been Crazytown for years and we don't care if we ever go back again. The particular incident I related above was probably the turning point.